You know, I should just tell y'all flat out: I'm going to be kitten-centric in my posts for some little while. It might have something to do with the fact that she takes up most of my waking hours; those not engaged in feeding-cleaning-socializing-squeeing over cuteness are give over to making a fuss over Jilly and Isabeau. Oh, and work. And cleaning. And the odd shower and fruitless attempt to work out/lose weight/cook healthful meals.

There. Continue on to the kittyness if you so choose.

Things That Happened Today (the all-kitten version):

1. A visit with the veterinarian. Most of the details were in my previous post. I forgot to mention, though, that he trimmed her claws (yay!) and I found a much more efficient way to stimulate excretion (YAY!). Re: the latter, kitten is still squirmy and decidedly unhappy about the indignity of it all, but it is ever so much quicker and easier. My little chaos monkey is just going to have to tough it out.

2. How shall I say this? Ah, yes: Sweet merciful jam tarts, she pooed! It was not pretty, it was not enjoyable for either of us, and it was far more extenisve than I expected*, but it is done. I survived the first one. If all is well, she'll likely only do that once a day. Her peeing I can handle; I'm an old hand at that by now. This, though? Meh. Oh, Glorious Day of the Litterbox, pray be nigh! I am happy all the plumbing is working properly, so I really can't grump all that much.

3. "Wait... I can climb out of this thing?" Yeah. She can climb out of the box. It's a bit like watching a toddler try to navigate a spiral staircase, but she manages. And, as I just found out, she can get back in, too. *facepalm* I need to kittenproof like mad within the next few weeks.

4. A name is chosen! Our little unbearably adorable wee thing shall henceforth be known as... Zinda. DC comics fans will get the reference** (well, if you read Birds of Prey), but even without the geek factor, it suits her. It isn't too big a name for her tiny little self, yet it is a name she can happily grow into.

My youngest helps her mom with the baby squirrels to stimulate the bathroom routine. Her mom feeds them and then they get handed off to Emily for the bathroom stimulations. My oldest cannot be bothered and believes it to be gross, but I am glad to see my youngest can set aside the ideals of it being gross and understand that until they get their eyes open and fur grown, they require assistance.

Zinda sounds good for a name... I will now have to look up the DC universe for the reference...

Out of admittedly scatalogical curiosity, do you have to stimulate puppies to poo? 'Cause I never knew that about newborn kittens before the arrival of her Ladyship, and now I'm wondering if it is common among mammals or just a "Woohoo! Lucky me!" kitten thing.